Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
Here’s the joyful face you’ve been waiting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralysed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding.
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.
Rumi
Wishing you a weekend of opening and closing, of natural rhythm, of expanding and contracting, of beautiful balance.
